It was hard for me to believe that two friends—with their mates, with every chance at happiness—could still be this childish, this filled with narcissism and ego. They had opportunities, choices I never had, and yet they chose spite.
From their claims, I could never do anything without my dysfunctional family. And yet—even in our worst moments—we made things possible. We fought to keep everything legal, moral, and whole to the best of our ability.
So why was I the one painted as undeserving? Why was I always the one who, in their eyes, had no right to my small blessings? It made no sense.
And then there were Rain and Sally.
Knowing Alek was already tired, I still wanted him to understand. Maybe it was selfish. Maybe I just needed someone to know the truth.
“To be blunt with you,” I be
